THE HUSBAND IS HOME.
WOO-HOOOOOOO.
He handed me a latte. Took the baby from my arms. The baby spit up on his scrubs. Twice.
And, while I cooked Ishu some breakfast, he hopped in the bath with the baby.
I cannot even explain to you how happy I feel to have Papa back home. (You’d think he’d been gone for a week. Nope. He’s been gone for 24 hours. But with a sick kiddo and an infant attached to me all day, it felt near impossible. I mean, if you followed my Instagram stories all day yesterday for #OneDayHH, you can tell that my entire day was spent trying to put one or both of the kids to sleep. I SO APPRECIATE that on a normal evening, we can divide and conquer).
If I didn’t appreciate him enough before, I can assure you, I appreciate the heck out of him this morning.
Anyway, if you called me or texted me and I didn’t answer, it’s because I was putting out fires all day. (Either that or my child had my phone. So if you did get a garbled text from me, that is likely why).
We’re all home today!
We look exhausted. All four of us.
Did I mention I’m ready to see the family?
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